I get so cranky, anybody that speaks to me I want to punch them.
God knows I need company, too.

It is certainly square of you to put up with me the way you do.

I appreciate it--" "Aw, bosh!" muttered Peter.
"I've tried to work it off!" cried Ambrose.

"You know I've worked, though I've generally made a mess of things because I can't keep my mind on anything.

My head goes round like a top.